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Most of us young boys were quite playful and adventurous. So, apart from the
regular school use, we engaged our cutlasses in post-class activities such as going into the bush to cut bamboo for construction of goalposts for soccer and even
digging of holes in the ground to erect the posts. We also used our cutlasses for cutting palm branches to make bird cages, Y-shaped twigs for catapults and even
for probing sundry holes in the ground in attempt to ferret out rats for dietary treats that seemed tastier to us than our mothers' cuisine! When we occasionally
encountered snakes, the cutlasses and sticks were also at the ready.
Needless to say, my cutlass wore off rapidly under such heavy dose of wear and tear.
But it seemed okay to me. Every other cutlass was like that. Until I saw Funmilayo's cutlass. Read on...

Most people who abuse alcohol do not
readily admit their error. And I was not an exception. I refused to recognise my predicament so I told myself that my use of the substance was “normal”. And of a
truth, the usual societal conventions seemed to excuse me. But what does the word of God say? Hear now, my experience:
"Meanwhile, the headache
diligently continued its evil percussion in my head, acting as a dutiful cheerleader to the forces wrecking cheerless havoc in my stomach. Nothing came out. Except
the bitter yellowish fluid that came to my mouth. And then some slimy, tissue-like substance! Oh God! Am I now vomiting the mucosa of my stomach? My friend,
Femi, was around. He was amused. He could afford to be. He was not the one feeling as if he could actually die! I was already thinking, 'Maybe I should get myself
to Jaja clinic...'
This was all the fault of emu orokito." Read on...

Abike was one of my girlfriends in medical
school. She used to visit from Lagos and would stay for days. She was a streetwise young woman who was much more matured than me in the ways of the world.
But I had one great hold on her: she was desperate to get married and I was the perfect catch.
So, one fine evening on one of her visits, she calmly
announced, "Fikayo, we are going to have our baby."
"Uuh. Ah well, yes of course! When we get married."
"No. I mean I'm pregnant now!" Read on...

An interesting narration of the attempt of a young doctor-
politician to bullet-proof himself with the aid of a magic portion from a Nigerian gun herbalist.Excerpt:
...Some minutes later, I thought I heard "click",
"click" just before the words in Ibadan dialect, "Ki a lo mu'bon yi?" (meaning "What is wrong with this gun?") at which I and D.A. looked back and saw the man
with his fully loaded gun trained at me! Read on...

Reminiscences of my life as a bright and promising
young man who made a habit of frequenting brothels, wasting my precious virtues and money on prostitutesExcerpt:
...we all concluded the preliminary
negotiations (essentially on the terms of service - you know, mode, duration, special treats, and of course, the little matter of cost) and proceeded to the main
business of the night. Not long after, each of us re-emerged from the filthy little rooms where we had been sinfully engaged to regroup and depart until we came
back another day as we were sure to do. We were whoremongers. Read on...

This is the concluding part of my
backgroung story leading to a life of alienation from the light of God. While my secular upbring appeared impeccable on the outside, I was slipping more and more
into spiritual darkness. I belived I was perfect. That I had no moral lapses or spiritual needs. That I was the kid every parent wanted his child to be like. Talk of
"thinking more highly of yourself than you ought to!" Read on...

Only God knows the number of
special soups (aseje) and concoctions I consumed in my life. Or is it the special baths that I took at various odd hours using various types of sponges? But glory
be to God Almighty. He saved me. Thank God that all things work together for good and no experience is without a purpose. My past life has now given me a very
keen spiritual nose to quickly smell whatever is occult even at a distance. The sense of "Oh no, not again!" feeling is always so strong! Read on...

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